Dark Need by Clarissa Wild

Chapter 32

Soren

Lust consumes me, and I can no longer contain my excitement. I need her … and she needs me. So I grab her legs and roll her over on the table, pulling down her legs so her pussy is ready for the taking.

I’ve never tasted anything more delicious than her pussy. It was so wet and begging me to fill it up. I can’t wait any longer, so I position myself behind her, pushing the tip against her pussy. It’s already soaking wet, and for some reason, I can’t stop myself from sliding a finger across and feeling that wetness.

But the sound she makes catches me off guard.

It’s ungodly. Carnal.

Is this … what she likes?

I licked her because of my own selfish desires because I wanted a taste of her juices, something I’ve never had the opportunity or permission to do.

But the way she responded to my tongue caught me off guard.

Almost like she … enjoyed a certain spot that wasn’t inside her.

Is there something she’s hiding from me?

I swipe my finger along her slit again, and she mewls with delight, so much so that it makes my cock bounce up and down. She didn’t have this reaction when I fucked her in the last cabin, so there must be something else.

I search around, feeling her up, sliding along her wetness until I find a small, round thing between her crevice that makes her knees buck and her body shiver.

So that’s what’s been making her yearn for me.

This little thing made her shiver when I touched it with my tongue, and now it almost makes her beg when I circle it with my finger.

“What is this?” I ask.

She looks up at me over her shoulder. “What?”

“Tell me,” I bark, maybe a little too angry, but I just want to know so I can use it.

“A … clit.” She almost swallows that last word. “It’s … sensitive. Like your penis.”

My eyes narrow. “Sensitive.”

Let’s see how sensitive.

I push her down onto the table with my hand and swipe her clit with my other. She clenches her thighs, a soft moan escaping her mouth, but I heard. I definitely heard.

This sound … it’s unfamiliar to me.

The small number of women ever put in the cells where I tortured people only ever cried or screamed. Their pain is all I remember. Just like the pain of men, it gave me power. An unquenchable thirst for violence.

But this? This is power on a whole different level.

This is the power to bring a woman to her knees.

And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t entice me to try out more.

So I swipe my thumb up and down her slit until the wetness starts to drip. I like how it feels, how she almost leans into my palm, desperate for more. And something about that is intoxicating beyond belief.

If I’d known it would be like this, that I could make a woman want me instead of hate me …

I would’ve taken her to my lair a long time ago.

I circle her clit just like she did back in the forest, and it makes her quiver, and her moans come out in a higher pitch. And I can’t help but wonder … what happens when I go on and on, stimulating her until that same look on her face shows up again?

A devilish smirk forms on my face as I slowly up the pace around her sensitive area, listening to the sounds coming from her mouth to adjust my positions. Even the most minute changes I can hear and see on her face, and it’s giving me life to see her almost on the verge of begging.

So I shove a whole finger into her pussy and watch her squirm with delight as she bucks against me. And I can feel it happening right against my finger, the ripples of her pussy, the same kind of milking she did when we were in the cabin. And the animalistic sounds that emanate from her mouth are all too familiar.

“This is what happened the last time we fucked,” I say, groaning with excitement.

She blushes as she looks up at me, completely flabbergasted at what I just did.

“When my dick swells and explodes, it feels incredible,” I say. “Is it the same to you?”

“I …” I didn’t think her cheeks could turn any more red, but apparently they could. She nods slowly. “Yes.”

And it only makes the smirk on my face bigger and bigger.

So this is what it’s like to pleasure a woman.

This is what Eli and Tobias have been doing all this time … as punishment?

No fucking way.

I groan as I pull my finger out and immediately shove my cock inside, unable to hold myself back. I want her. I need her. I desire her.

I want to hear those moans again. I want to see that flush on her cheeks again. And I want to bury myself deep inside her and cover her with my seed.

That’s how delirious I am for this woman, and I don’t even care about the implications.

All I care about right now is filling her up.

So I thrust and thrust until my balls swell and my muscles tense.

“Wait,” she suddenly murmurs, trying to turn around as I’m about to plunge in again.

I grumble from frustration as my cock is hard like a rock and my balls are itching to release their juice.

Why would she suddenly lean away from me? I know she wants me. Her wetness told me as much.

So I grab her thighs and spread them apart while planting my hand on her back. “Stay there.”

She rolls around before I can thrust inside again. “I … I …”

I try to roll her on her back again because that allows for the easiest entry, but she keeps refusing. “No. Like this.”

She gets off the table and pushes against my chest until I step back, farther and farther, until my calf hits the chair and I’m forced to sit down.

What is this woman thinking?

Does she think I will just stop when she has offered herself so willingly? When she’s been begging me to fill her up with my cum?

My lips part, but she places a finger on top as she straddles me and my big cock, like she wants the reins. But this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. I am the man. I am the one who penetrates. And she must allow me to fuck her in the pussy.

But then she lifts up her knees and sits back down again, right on top of my cock … and I immediately forget anything and everything I was thinking. Everything I was ever taught.

Because she is right in front of me, her hands around my neck, her eyes sparkling with a kind of craving that silences the animal in me. And I’m struck by the beauty in her face, the red blotches on her skin that make her look as appetizing as an apple, and the sweet, pink lips that entice me so much that I can’t help but lean in.

And I kiss her.

It’s not a greedy kiss like before, not the kind that would make her moan.

It’s the kind that steals her breath away.

The kind that could puncture anyone’s heart.

And when our lips unlatch, I smile against her lips, wanting nothing more than a second taste.

I wrap my hand around her neck and lick my lips as she looks down at me, her body still entwined with mine. My cock twitches inside her, and I can see it in her eyes. She craves it, adores it. And I want nothing more than to give it to her again and again until we’re both satiated, and even then. More.

“Tell me you want me,” I whisper.

Her lips shudder with delight as I lift her up from my cock with a single smooth motion.

“I want you.”

She sounds heady. Greedy. Just like me when I first laid claim to her.

I thought she was trying to ruin me. That she took away my only means of control just out of spite. Or worse … to try to tame me.

But now, I’m beginning to wonder if it was something else that drove her. If I wasn’t the only one who wanted more than they bargained for.

So I grab her curves and push her back down over my shaft again until that familiar o-shape on her face that I’ve come to enjoy so much appears again. I never thought I’d want a woman’s pleasure, but I want hers more than anything, and it’s turning me inside out.

I both despise it and treasure it, as it’s bringing me further and further away from my goal … but closer and closer to owning her heart.

And I don’t think I can stop.

Not even as she bounces up and down on my lap, taking my giant cock like she’s been waiting for it all this time. Like she’s been begging me for sweet relief the second I touched her. And I want nothing more than to give her every inch of me.

So I roar out loud and bury myself to the hilt inside her sweet pussy, as she arches her back and lets her head drop back while the cum shoots inside. My cock swells, and my balls squeeze as they empty themselves of every drop and fill her up to the brim. And I lean over and press my lips to her skin, soaking in that sweet pleasurable bliss that follows when she’s wrapped around me.

When her head tilts back, I lift my gaze to meet hers as her hands drift to my face, her soft, delicate fingers coiling through my beard as she toys with it. She’s a heavenly package wrapped in sweet sin, and I just can’t get enough.

I can’t … stop … craving her.

Is that such a sin?

When she smiles, so do I, and she leans in to plant the sweetest of kisses on my lips that ignite a flame inside my heart, and it makes me groan with frustration.

“What’s wrong?” she murmurs.

I can’t stop looking into her eyes, wishing I could give her everything and anything she ever wanted.

But I know that can’t ever become true.

“I hate … that it has to end.”